The poetry of light and darkness.
The pain of being something you are not & being what you are.
Plain, bloody, consuming, lethal magnificent life.
My own past.
Not in years... but in agony.
Gothic and sometimes beautiful.
Always beating with a heart that is partly my own.
Stay a while and enter my world.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I hide in this guise that is not me
Consumed in shame
I will never be free, from the thing that is me
The horror I feel from the reflection
It isn't my soul, my Self
Yet it is horrible
More sick than a prison for decaying bodies
This body is a prison for a decaying soul
If I close my eyes I'll never awaken
I hear the words that have been spoken
But this spirit within his already broken
A winged thing, a great one once
Fallen, from my own hatred of self
Cannot contemplate another day
Surviving this way
Unloved, untouched
I will cry hollow tears tonight
Until mother's pills set me free
Into spirit that is pure.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

In the darkness she waitsHer secrets shroud in silenceYou who know all reveal nothingThe one with answers is dead in the silenceShe took them with her to the graveSilent as a rockYou who are my ancestor, in the groundOne who I never met yet love, so dearlyI see myself in the pictures of you, your face so kindYour spirit is so goodYou are my angel, my blessing.

It creeps up on youOr bam! It hits you and you are never the sameI thought love would be beautifulBut now a see a power struggle gameIf I lose I'll never be freeAlways stuck in the hold of theeYou thought you thought that I was specialDid you see yourself when you looked at me What do you want, need, feel for love?I never knewI wish I knewGod help me, they stole my love from meNow his body will be spiritHis heart blackEverything will be deathIn the eternal song of blackened earthForever nightBring him back to me...

Thursday, June 9, 2011

I awake and I fear the sunshine
The day's promise, for what will it bring?
Pain or joy?
I feel like I must fight the system, the instiution, social problems
The world...
My world
Within my box I have enclosed
I dead bird heart, a rotten fruit
The symbol of my charity
As the worms eat at my soul
But this what I truly fear
Not the bird's heart
The heart of man
That knows such hate
& makes me a victim.

Friday, May 13, 2011

I just wrote a petition on http://www.gopetition.com, to help save the beautiful Canadian environment, being polluted by plastic bags, when you sign you are asking to make biodegradable plastic bags mandatory for the future of our nation and our health as a whole.